This is not poetry
These are not words
This is life, a perspective of constant strife
Keys to understanding
A conscience without remanding
A paradox of 'comprehanding'
I speak, as though commanding
You're undoubted understanding
Of syntax, reason and rhyme
Taxed as though we're all sublime
Thoughts mesh, create a melting ***
Flesh upon flesh
Mind upon mind
As though we all feel the same grind
This is a song
For those with soul
Could we even contemplate
What it takes to become whole
I speak not of me, myself and I
But ask if you could wonder why
We try, we cry, we lie
We let the sun die
I have seen the sun rise
Watched a friend as he dies
We cannot change the past
and while nothing is meant to last
I wonder, in perfect contrast
If truly this is my last task.